"Fuck." Moe realized now was not a time to freeze up, he plunged forward and caught Ally, "be careful, lyublyu," he said with a slightly exasperated, slightly relieved sigh. "I supposed this means I'm going to have to carry you? Not that I mind, of course." 
He honestly didn't mind at all, more he was worried about Ally getting too cold, he radiated cold. He was always wearing a sweatshirt, he often got stares in the summer, but he was just always cold, always numb. So, he always wore his hoodie.